He likes her.

"Thanks", says the shocked stranger, dusting himself down with a shy smile. He pauses. Blue bleeds into green as their eyes meet. In a nano-second, universes are born and die all around and all that matters is this moment. She is made of familiar shapes. Designed very well, yet the product of a very special collaboration between very different creators of opposing disciplines. Completely unique. No small semblance of nature, but there's something else. She has curves and chemistry with the potential to speed his beating heart, but there's an alien light behind her eyes. A sweet and subtle electricity emanating. He feels welded to the spot and compelled to give in to intrigue and learn more about this Kiddotron. He likes her. He realises he's been staring longingly into the pretty strangers eyes for what seems like an eternity. "I don't know my name." he stumbles over the syllables. Pauses again. "I... I have a number?" He shows her a crudely tattooed number under his left ear. 337. "I awoke under the canopy. It isn't safe. There are men here, searching for someone or something important. They have guns, heat sensors, cloaking devices and snarling Quadrobots. They're carving their way through the trees. I think perhaps someone or something important has escaped from the laboratory in the valley. I can't pretend to know who or what I am, but I am better for you then the soldiers. This I know. We should go further into the forest. To a place I know, which they fear. We should go, now, before sunrise!" He lifts curling fronds out of her way, as if holding a door open. Kiddotron, seemingly unflustered by his warnings, gives a little nod. And together they step into the foreboding labyrinth of ancient trees and invisible eyes.